I Know, Two Posts in One Day?!

"With you, I genuinely don't want to think of an end," Will Lentz

I once wrote a blog post about Will, but it made him feel uncomfortable to know that it was out there, so I deleted it. Since we're not dating anymore, I don't feel bad about re-posting it:

Will

I've been dating a boy lately. He tries really hard to make me happy, and I try really hard to understand what he's trying to do to make me happy while trying to do what I can to make him happy. Sometimes he says words that don't really make sense to me at first because they can be quite blunt and seemingly uncomplimentary, but I can usually look past the initial delivery and discover what he really wanted to say to begin with. More often than not, I find the delivery of his words to be endearing, and a unique charateristic that helps to define him. Either way, he's growing on me, and I am glad to be able to share some of my moments with him.

I live in a city not far from where I grew up, but since most of my friends from home go to college far away from where I live, the news that I have a new-ish boyfriend is still trickling through the ranks. Once someone finds out, there are two inevitable questions that follow: 1) How did you meet him?, and 2) What is he like?

Well, to the first question I say that he does not remember the first time we met, but the reason why he remembered who I was is a more entertaining story. During the first few months of my Sophomore year of college, I spent a whole lot of time with my new roommate. We have known each other since I was nine, so we've been friends for almost twelve years now. Anyway, he and my roommate are good friends, and he was abroad first semester in England. He kept up with my roommate by looking through her photos on the internet, and there were lots of us hugging and cuddling and such because we have been close friends for quite some time. My roommate was a lesbian, so naturally, since there were so many pictures of us hugging and holding hands with each other, he became curious and sent her a message asking about the "new girl" in her life. The two of us had quite the laugh at the whole ordeal, and once he returned from his travels abroad, we teased him about misinterpreting the photos. From then on, he certainly knew who I was, and I continue to playfully prod him about thinking that I was my roommate's girlfriend.

One of my favorite stories to tell when people ask me to tell them a little bit about Will involves tennis, whatever t-shirt he was wearing at the time, and the Wii. Will is a competitive sort of fellow and loves a good competition now and again. He is also quite outgoing and enjoys getting a group of people together to have a rootin' tootin' fun time. One weekend, on a blustry night, Will decided to have a potluck at his house, and since he goes to school in the same town he grew up in, it wasn't very hard to round up a group of people to share a meal. After we feasted on an ecclectic mixture of dishes, everyone decided to create a tournament out of Wii Tennis. Well, it was the final round, and Will was playing one of his good friends. Before they started, he took off his shirt, folded it, and set it on the coffee table. I asked what in the world he was doing, to which he replied, "Well, if I get really frustrated, I might take my shirt off and throw it in anger. So, I'm saving myself the trouble in case that happens." We all kind of stopped to giggle for a moment over his silliness. I don't really think that there is one story that could define him as a person, but this one sure highlights one of his more entertaining points.

I think it's fitting that my first post is about him because he endlessly fascinates and excites me. He is always surprising me in a fantastic sort of way, and I cannot wait to hear or see what comes next when he is around me. I am sure that in the future I will tell more stories about him as I continue to experience more with him.